I didn’t write anything last night because I was chatting with my partner in podcast crime instead. Ryan Smythe and I podcast together pretty regularly anyway, so we decided to make it official. Check out the first episode of West Coast Bias here.
The secret to keeping up a three post per week schedule is recycling the stuff you write for other outlets. Brb going to Utah, so you’ll have to settle for reading me and Ryan Smythe’s hot takes on Crimson Cup by heading over to Face Beat It.
I spent all last season on this long journey from Spartan to Skrewt, only to have a bit of a relapse this year. Or maybe it would be better to call it a reset? I don’t have to be one or the other. I can be both. I’m still playing for and managing the Skrewts, but now I’m coaching my alma mater, too.
You don’t force traditions. They just happen. They’re organic. A year and a half ago, I came home from Irvine after reffing nine games and all I wanted to do was see this face and eat a 4×4. I was hungry and it was convenient. It was the first time James picked me up from a quidditch journey. It’s become a regular thing since then.
I forgot how we got into the habit of going to In-and-Out whenever I get back from my quidditch travels, only that it kept happening. It’s a tradition now. I spent the whole day knowing that I would end it with my favorite person and a final #MLQChampionship post as cheesy as the well-done fries I ordered.
Winning is fun. But fun is also fun. Try to do both at the same time whenever you can.
This picture is why I’m here.
I’ve written before about what a pessimist I am before my team plays. I thought that we’d be lucky to pull off a win against a great 3rd place team in the New Orleans Curse since we’d only brought 14 players.
I was wrong.
I took this during the gap between our sweep of the Curse and our matchup against the Night Riders. Okay, I thought, at least we made it as far as last year. At least we’re having fun.
Instead of trying to get a perfect photo, I captured what my team is really like. Ridiculous, but in the best way. As much as I wish they’d take me more seriously sometimes (like when I need them to fill out forms), I loved this moment. I thought that hanging the hallway, goofing off and sitting at 2-0, would be the highlight of my day.
Later on, the day got even better. This team went on to do more ridiculous things like start game two just wanting to have fun, only to lead the Boston Night Riders for 15 minutes or so with only 14 people.
That’s why I’m here. This team.
“I HAVE A BATTLE STATION!”
Some people claim beds when they get into a hotel room first. When I walked into the hotel with Miles this afternoon and saw a huge desk with outlets to charge all my electronics and their batteries, that was what I called dibs on. So I crowed those words and took over the desk. Gotta keep my spreadsheets in front of me and up to date!
Why? Well, I have terrible short-term memory. I could tell you what gas cost in December of 2003 ($1.74, btw) before I went to Portugal because I wrote it in my diary. On the other hand, I almost never know where I left my keys.
I can never remember who is coming when or where they’re sleeping, but I always know where to find that information when I’m asked.
And I get asked. A lot. Seriously. Oh so much. But it’s what I signed up for.